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The other is shorter, but really, that’s not saying much. He’s still huge, with darker skin and close-cropped brown hair. He’s got a scar down his cheek, and tattoos on his hands that disappear under the sleeves of his jacket.
Both of them would make me cross the street if I saw them on a walk, but they have nothing on the man in the final car.
He’s shortest of all three, but still stands over six feet tall. His bone structure is crazy, sharp cheekbones and an even stronger jaw with a smattering of dark stubble trimmed to excellence. His suit hugs his body like it was cut just for him, each thread glittering in the fading daylight. His dark hair is held back with the perfect amount of gel, and even his eyebrows are plucked to a perfect arch.
He oozes power and status and wealth, but even still, that’s not what makes him stand out from the other two.
It’s his eyes. These iridescent blue eyes that remind me of the sky after the first heavy snow, so pale they’re almost white.
It’s…unsettling. Dreamy.
“Ghost,” Chuck speaks, and breaks the illusion I was working so hard to build in my mind. “I thought we could talk alone.”
The man at the back, Ghost, I guess, raises a dark brow. “Incredible. I didn’t know that was something you did.”
“M-Meet people alone?” Chuck stutters. I’ve never heard him stutter.
Ghost adjusts his cufflink. “Think.”
Chuck is quiet for a beat, then barks out a forced laugh. He hops off the car. “That’s, uh, that’s a good one.”
The massive man steps to the side, blocking Ghost from Chuck, until Ghost pats his shoulder. “It’s alright,” he says, and the softer man steps back aside. “This is Murder, and Mayhem. You’ll have to excuse their attendance. I’m afraid I don’t leave my brothers unsupervised.”
Murder and Mayhem…
Oh. My. God.
“Of course,” Chuck mumbles.
“I believe there was a matter of a debt to be repaid the last we spoke,” Ghost says. “Seems you were having a hard time remembering. You’ll be thrilled to know, ah, Mayhem here, he’s quite the mentalist.”
“Yeah,” the tattooed-hands man smiles like a wolf, “I’m real good at jogging the ole memory.”
That leaves the fluffy-haired one to be Murder. His blink is slow and exhausted, but he says nothing. Just glares at my father like he’s waiting for Ghost to give him the go-ahead to rip him to pieces.
There’s a sick part of me that hopes for that, too.
Chuck coughs. “No need. Turns out I do remember the broad. I’m sure you guys get that, right? Women, they, uh, they come and go.”
None of the men react much at all. Mayhem blinks, Murder clenches his fists.
Ghost’s jaw ticks so slightly I’d have missed it if I weren’t staring at him.
“Right…” Chuck clears his throat. “So, here’s the thing. It was a lot of money, as you know. Like, thirteen thousand dollars. And, funny enough, Mabel actually owed me that money before she owed it to you.”
Mabel? My mom? This is all about my mom?
Ghost’s mouth turns up at the corner, but I can’t call it a smile. It’s far too cruel, too sinister to call it something as happy as a smile.
“It is funny,” Ghost says. “You remember her name, and the amount. All of a sudden, like magic.”
“But see, she owedmethat money, I owed it to…someone else,” Chuck continues, like he completely missed the predatory excitement on Ghost’s face. “Capitalism. Right? So in the sense of money, I can’t give it back to you.”
Murder cracks his knuckles.
Ghost unbuttons his jacket, stepping around his guard dogs with an almost lazy air to him. “That’s a shame.”
“Now, wait, wait.” Chuck backs into the car. “I just don’t have the cash. I can pay you back.”
